Chapter Two- Mending the lost.

"Of course everyone needs a heart. If you learn to trust someone with your heart, then and only then will you be able to embrace it. If someone appreciates you, and takes on your heart, if they trust you with their heart, that is called trust. A heart may be simple, but a heart is also complicated and is often hard to understand. If we didn't have a heart, we would all fall apart too easily. I believe that if you don't let someone explore your heart, and discover your heart, then there is no way that you will ever be yourself."

"Is that really what you believe?"

"Yes it is."

"Humans are interesting."

"Don't you believe that deep down inside you are a human too?"

"I am a hollow, nothing more, nothing less."

"You let what you see on the outside overtake everything."

"You talk as if you can help whatever you please."

"I'm talking to you now because I'm trying to help you, and I know I can if you let me."

"Kind words alone cannot fix what has been broken. I need no such help. Away with you, go find your friends."

I straightened up again, this time more successful. I was about to walk away when I was interrupted by her again.

"T-that is why I have to change my actions. Kind words may not help everything, but I must become stronger in my actions in order to help out the people that I care for."

"Do you really believe that these 'actions' will save everyone? Do you really believe that having a soul can do just that?"

"I do. And you should believe it too, you will only crush yourself if you don't have faith in your own soul.'

"You soul will end up killing you. Your soul is no more than a noose around your neck."

"Why are you always so negative? Why can't you just believe in something?"

"I do not believe in things I cannot see."

"But that's-"

"Would you like to know why I don't believe in a soul, in myself?" I asked, still baffling why I chose to open up to such a woman.

"If you are willing to tell me." She blushed.

I'm willing to tell her, why? Why was I being so open and honest? When I had never done this to anyone, why as it her that I now am almost crying in front of? Why was someone like her such an interest to me? That woman, that girl, why her? Why such an unimportant person?

"Simple, I do not feel anything. Souls are meant to harbour emotions, but this body of mine holds nothing but strength carried by pain."

"You say that like you are unsure."

"I say it in all honesty."

"Honesty in your eyes maybe so, but whether or not it's the real truth is the question. Some people say that they can feel when someone has a soul, some say that they can see it through their chest. But I know that personally I can feel your soul. When you talk so sadly and harsh, I can see you're only trying to hide your soul. If only you would let yourself and other people see it too."

"And what will happen to me when I find my soul, my heart, the emotions?"

"Maybe people will understand you, maybe they will try and understand you if they have not already."

"I'll never be able to understand myself even with a soul, certainly not someone else's."

"That's where you're wrong. You can't understand another person if you don't understand yourself. A soul will do just that. Can't you see? You have blinded yourself from seeing what has to be seen. You're blocking only what you don't understand, or what you seem to think doesn't apply to you. There's no way you can let someone else in your heart if there's no room for even yourself."

"But out of all the sins, all the blood, how can I find a pure heart? How will I be able to cross this torment into something meaningful?" I asked half heartily, almost whispering to myself. However she was now too close to not have heard it.

Why was I doing this? Why am I so close to this woman? Why was I opening my mouth and talking to her, like I needed her? Did I need her?

Most likely, possibly, yes, indeed I needed someone like her. It's such a tired game, I'm tired.

I kept thinking but then I realised towards the end I started to talk aloud.